#thats mega disrespectful

[pao-pao-pao]

cringetober day 10 is fursona

i wanted to draw uzucake’s lion sora in appreciation bc i believe that he is sora’s one true fursona, but id rather not since this challenge is based around things we consider “cringe culture” and i think thats mega disrespectful, so you’ll have to take this generic brown cat sora 🫡

#sora #kingdom hearts #cringetober 2023

[hexhomos]

not to disrespect anyone but usual arcane jayvik content feels so bland to me its always soft sad gay content but they lack spice. desperation. where's the car seat headrest in their playlists yknow what im saying. anyway i love how you make them feel like actual characters

You and me are the same 😭 idk so much of the arcane content refuses to acknowledge their material reality and the consequences of it and i get thats supposed to be part of the wishfulfillment???? Fantasy or whatever I guess But it also feels so goddamn empty when on the same breath suddenly viktor POV will start praising cops out of nowhere or jayce begins randomly licking boots like all these stupid rich bastards havent been collectively ruining their life. For 7+ years. While setting back his research to service their ridiculous needs first. There's a pervasive strawman issue in arcane stuff that robs them of how interesting they can actually be as characters and it just makes me go bleghhhhh.

Idk it is a dealbreaker for me when a text demonstrates a critical lack of class solidarity or understanding and that's unfortunately become the mainstay of the TV fics, with the worse option of viktor being mega infantilized/brutalized so jayce can act as the moral of the story bad guy. Maybe the issue is that im not a well-off american so i cant look at this stuff and not feel a little ticked off 🤷‍♂️ but like a core part of gay romance for me is understanding that the world is not friendly to you and you've got to figure out what and who you can trust.

#Related: when people write as though jayce has been working on the council for years #??????? Wtf are you even on about #He becomes personally acquainted with these assholes for 4 days and decides he'd rather have no job at all #Hexposts

[upagainstthesunset]

I know in the young justice cartoon Metron was portrayed as a total dbag, and yes i find that version of him to be a hilarious bitch (affectionate). But i think there are little moments in there that demonstrate the writers had some understanding of the more nuanced nature of his character based on the actual comics. Some of this might be a reach, but bear with me.

Example 1 - Metron gets booted from his chair

[Image: Screenshot from the Young Justice cartoon of Connor Kent grabbing Metron and lifting him out of the Mobius chair. Connor has his mouth open in a determined yell, and Metron has an irate look on his face. /End]

Way back in season 3 when the team is trying to save Vic, Dreamer tells them the Mobius chair can help. So they convince Metron to show up and when they realize he's not going to do shit, Connor yeets him across the room so they can use the chair anyway.

To me this is SUCH a Metron thing to happen bc there are so many times he gets yanked or dumped out of his chair in the comics and imo its always funny bc of how absolutely disrespectful it is. He's just lounging there acting superior, then BAM hes on the ground. Glad to see they kept true to that in the show.

Example 2 - Orion's attitude towards Metron

[Image: Screenshot from Young Justice of Orion standing arms crossed next to Metron, who sits in the Mobius chair. Metron has a serious look on his face, and Orion eyes him from the side, text caption saying, “Eventually, you got around to it.” /End]

Yjtv portrays our boy M as more villainous than he actually is in the comics. He's shown using others, watching them suffer, etc. But when Orion talks about him, he doesn't act like Metron's an enemy, but instead treats him like an obnoxious older sibling that he's just SO over. It might seem weird to fans of the show who haven't read comics bc it's like why does M get to live in Supertown if he's such a raging asshole? Why do Highfather and Orion put up w him?

In the comics, especially the original run, yes he's referred to as cold and unfeeling, but he's also shown to care a great deal about the people he knows on New Genesis. And Orion, Lightray and the rest have known him for a LONG time. He was around when O and L were kids, so that exhausted familiarity Orion has with him in the show is spot on if you ask me.

Example 3 - The baby suneater

[Image: Screenshot from Young Justice of Metron from the chest up, sitting in his chair. His brows are furrowed and his mouth is open in an O shape. He has one hand up as if shooing something away. Caption text says, “Move on, little one.” /End]

This is SUCH a small thing, but in the show when he takes the others to his vault, he's got this cloud cluster type creature thats apparently a tiny suneater. He keeps it around to guard the place. Anyway, they show up and the suneater approaches, but he shoos it away saying, "Move on, little one."

THAT RIGHT THERE. THAT LINE. Metron would absolutely say "little one". Its so freaking ENDEARING, especially for a guy who is supposed to be this harsh asshole right? And its bc he ISNT really the mega douche he's shown as in the show. He does care about life. And im prob going to make a separate post about this later but actually, believe it or not, i posit that he especially cares about children.

So yeah. While we're all aware that yjtv is like the DC we know and love but a bit remixed, I will say i think parts of Metron's true character actually do show through, and I really appreciate that!

#yjtv #metron #new gods #katetakes #metron if i fits i sits #metronmeta

[1-up-chump]

Never have i been more pissed in my life than the fact they took raiden and fujin/liu kang and kung lao's personalities and swapped them.

Raiden was SUPPOSED to be the one closer to mortals thats why he was put in charge and its why he helps the most, but fpr some reason mk 11 makes out fujin to have been the "nicer" brother or whatever when he's HARDLY BEEN involved with the mortals and got his shit clocked by bi-han. But sure raiden is big dumb meany who doesn't understand how mortals work bc he's just too stupid and stinky huh >:(

NOT TO MENTION how they massacred my shaolin boys!!!! Kung lao was supposed to be the calm collected one vs liu kang's firey attitude. And yet they make kung lao a cocky "unworthy" second banana and make liu kang Chinese jesus goku. Not to be all conspiracy theorist but i swear to god someone in the writters or directors or higher ups fucking hate kung lao so much its why they keep disrespecting the integrity of his character! Its why in recent media he keeps dying even THO he hardly fuckin died in the old timeline

Tl;dr is that raiden has been around mortals LONGER than fujin and KNOWS through trial and error how they work. Thats why he was the one fucking put in charge of protecting earthrealm and training mortals for mortal kombat.

And kung lao is supposed to be prideful ONLY for the WHITE LOTUS ya know the secret society of earthrealm warrior monks who got almost wiped out a bunch of times? And liu kang is supposed to be choosen by raiden not by destiny itself to play super mega anime protagonist.

Almost like nrs removed the tagline "choose your destiny" and we don't really have any choice anymore and are slave to the whims of those who hold the most power

#rant #vent

[musette22]

hi baby!! hope you're having a delightful day! 😙😙

so i wasnt gonna say anything cause like the last marvel show i watched was Wanda and there was no need to watch anything after THAT so like i had no context but i just saw screenshots from she hulk and the fact that steve is now reduced to a punchline is offensive actually???? i mean not even a good punchline and about something so none of anybody's business tbh and to have Bruce be the one who knows this info? like even if it was true, they're making it seem like Steve has mentioned it himself either to Bruce alone or worse! like in front of the rest of the avengers!! and thats frikkin bonkers either way!!!

i mean ik my point is like a moo point it doesnt matter cause well there are better more knowledgeable mega smart fans out there who would express this better than i ever could but its just infuriating how disrespectful to Steve this is! and like the way its phrased, it bugged me Minnie Sweets and you're the only one that understands best so here i am 😚😚 love ya by the by 💙💙

My sweetest, most beautiful, most adored Oula 💙💛💙💛💙💛

Thank you for trusting me with this extremely valid rant, and rest assured: I completely understand what you mean, and couldn't agree more. So disrespectful. It's an incredibly dumb and offensive joke - it would've been about anyone else, but especially when it's about Steve Rogers, whose literally one of the best people in the entire freakin MCU. He deserves SO. MUCH. BETTER than to be made into a punchline. The whole uso girl thing also just made no goddamn sense, for all the reasons you mentioned and more. I'd love to go into more detail, but also I'm sleepy and the writers don't deserve me spending more energy on their inconsistent nonsense ✋🏻 I am just going to ignore it henceforth, as I ignore pretty much everything else the MCU puts out these days lol.

Aaaaaaaanyways, I do love you more than I can express, my sweets! As much if not more as I adore our boy Stevie, even!! 🥰🥰🥰 Sending gallons of love your way, and I hope you've had a truly splendid weekend, my angel!! xxxx

#steve rogers #minnie answers

[commanderquinn]

Good Space Chapter 3: Hey Gringo

! i dont! keep these posts! updated! like i do! ao3!

that means you're going to find typos and shit (and possibly minor detail changes) that don't match the ao3 version! that's because im not going to bother fixing the tumblr posts until i finish good space as a whole. im only uploading them here as a backup tbh

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master list / ao3 chapter link

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warnings: ayyy!! none this time!! unless you wanna count Highly Disrespectful Thoughts ❤️ tho!!! the flashbacks are shuri, heads up for anyone who is a big baby (like me) and still crying over WF. also (shocker) bucko angst/panic attacks

song: it KALEO time!! istg there are golden oldies and hippie classics on this intended playlist, we just havent gotten to them yet. this choice is mega self-indulgent on my end ngl, buuuuut thats the whole fic in general lbr (side note: every time i write Angy Ava, i want you to imagine the vocal intensity of jefferson airplane’s lead singer, grace slick)

the timing of this chapter could NOT have been better with the probably-russian hackers knocking out ao3 that long. i mean it dude, im pretty sure the universe had a good chuckle over this one bc i sure as shit had to sit here and go “youre pullin my leg bud”

also now feels like a good time to mention, for absolutely no reason in particular (definitely not bc of Bucky being a Huge Simp this chapter), that i hc bucky as a dom with service top leanings. i just didnt wanna give the impression that reader is dom for this and accidentally get anyones hopes up with no payoff. i try to avoid that as much as i can bc god knows i drop Big Honkers on y’all every damn chapter, id hate for you to get all the way to the end of this and not get your cookie, y’know? (i am, ofc, down to write mega sub bucky for smut-shot requests)

also remember when i mentioned giving ava a HANDFUL of physical details for writing fuel? 🌝 (ur gonna think im funny rlly soon, dw)

anyways if you dont have adhd, good luck and god speed with the idiots thinkin abt each other in this chapter ❤️ im so sorry in advance 🥺😔

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Febuary 17th, 2015

"Good morning, Sh—"

"Have you left your worthless husband yet?" Shuri impatiently taps a finger against her elbow, where her arms are crossed over her chest. 

She watches Ava sigh on the other end of the vidcall. The woman looks too tired. She needs rest. Shuri wants to stab Alec all over again. She's going to make a new, self-lacing, possibly electrified dagger just for the occasion. "I know you're just trying to—"

"We can come to get you. I will send T'Challa. You must promise me that you will have him get me something from Washington." Shuri raises a stern finger, pointing it directly at the camera. "Do not let him pick it out himself—"

"Shuri, honey, I love you with all my heart, but please—"

"I want you to pick it. The furniture in your office is ridiculous; I want something like that."

A smile far too small pulls at the corners of Ava's lips. Her smile used to move freely, and it will do so again if Shuri has any say in the matter. Which she does. "Well, thank you, I work very hard to keep it ridiculous. Now—"

"It will make me think of you whenever you are not around to make fun of my brother with me. My mother will get the lawyers you need to start your divorce—"

"I—sweetheart, please, it's been a very long night—"

"It is the afternoon where you are. You have not even had breakfast, have you? Of course not. You are busy doing the work while Alec—"

"Shuri!" Ava puts a hand over her eyes and takes an unsteady breath in. "I'm sorry. This is—it's been a long night. I didn't mean to yell at you—"

"You need to start yelling much more, Ava. Aim it at your worthless husband while you tell him you are leaving," Shuri argues, entirely fed up with how the doctor allows the spineless dickhead to make her miserable. "T'challa will remove him for you while you stay here with us."

Alec—she refuses to call him Ryder; the man does not deserve to have taken the doctor's name—leans into the camera view, his expression bored. Dismissive. Shuri wants to smash his wrinkling, greasy face in with her fist. "While I appreciate the offer, your majesty, my wife and I can handle our private life alone."

Shuri glares back at him, one of her eyebrows hiked as far up as she can comfortably get it. "Do you really think being aware of your presence on this call will deter me from reminding my friend that you are a demon?" She looks pointedly at Ava, who's still covering her eyes. "He is a demon. A pasty, rude demon."

"Alec is going to shut the fuck up now, I promise." The fingers over Ava's eyes pull in until she's pinching the bridge of her nose tightly. She looks as if she's fighting off a migraine. She probably is. And it is Alec's fault. "That way, we can get this over with, and I can finally get some sleep—"

"Which you need and are not getting enough of." The words slip out before Shuri can stop them. 

Ava's shoulders deflate slightly. Her hand drops, and she attempts another smile that doesn't reach her eyes, making Shuri feel a pang of guilt. "No, I'm not. But I will, just as soon as we finish the basic adaptation matrix. I promise."

Ava always encourages her to speak her mind, no matter what. Sometimes it gets her into trouble. She is not looking to berate her favorite Canadian; she loves leaving the vidcomm between their labs on. The open connection is a comforting window into the outside, one that lets Shrui indulge in any question or raving that passes through her mind. 

Alec is a poison in her friend's life, and Shuri will not back down from reminding her of that. But mother and Nakia have sat with her over this, explaining that sometimes, an abused heart will cling to what hurts it. They have to be supportive while Ava works through this. She's getting there. Just not nearly fast enough for Shuri's patience.

Father has been reminding them all that Alec is a risk, given what he knows. Trusting Ava means trusting her for the duration, and they can't go back now. If she says she is handling the issue of separating the man from her work, they have to allow her room to do that. But T'Challa has been ordered to keep close, or at the very least, ready to go.

As much as she despises Alec, Shuri does not wish to see Ava hurt in this. Not any more than necessary. She is also not interested in trying to control her friend the way her mother sometimes tries to control her. It is infuriating. 

So, taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders, she lets some of the fight leave her. For the sake of Ava, not the pasty demon. "I have the latest build ready for transfer." 

"You're sure you've secured the connection on your end?" Alec has the audacity to question, even outside of the frame. "I'm not interested in spending my week chasing traces of this—"

"Do I look as if I will hesitate to strike you, colonizer?!"

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"I'm just saying, Humpty Dumpty."

"Fuck off," Bucky wheezes at the billionaire, compressing the towel he grabbed from his new medkit against his ribs. Why he expected to make it through his first mission back without having to crack it open, he's not entirely sure now that he's sitting in the hindsight. Getting shot today was, if he's honest with himself, entirely predictable. It's his luck, after all. 

"We let you out of the house again for five minutes, and you've already broken yourself." Tony shakes his head as he tsk's, making Bucky roll his eyes lazily. "What's Ryder going to think? If you keep this up, you'll give the woman a complex about draining your mojo."

"She's going to think I throw myself in front of armor-piercing rounds for idiots that don't notice when they're being shot at." The mention of Ava brings the doctor's smiling face to the forefront of his mind. Bucky leans back against the Quinjet's co-pilot seat, letting his eyes fall closed. 

He could take care of this latest injury himself. That's what he usually does. Thanks to the serum, all he has to do is keep the wound clean for a few hours while his body stitches itself back together. Nothing's broken, and he'd be in much more pain if anything were punctured. Hell, he'd probably be dead already. The fix for this is so easy it'll practically handle itself.

"You always get so cranky after you've played the hero." He hears Tony kick his feet up on the Quinjet's main controls. "Take a breather. Maybe a bow or two. Believe it or not, it's possible to accept a compliment now and then."

"Grandstand more often, got it."

Ava's probably going to hear about today's incident now that Bucky thinks about it. If anything, Steve's going to make sure of it. He doubts she'd guilt him for not being comfortable with an optional trip to medical. They've been having more conversations about boundaries and comfort, and she's been unwaveringly supportive of him moving at his own pace. 

"You don't have to grandstand, you gigantic baby," Natasha chides from between the chairs. Her hand smacks against his shoulder, making Bucky grunt softly. "A whole new world is going to open up for you when you relearn to accept praise."

Tony snorts, long and loud. "Has he reached that stage of modern education yet?"

"I reached that stage of education before you were born, Stark." Bucky's not territorial over his reputation anymore; those days are long since passed. The grand majority of his mojo got left in the 40s. He's just tired of Tony's shit. That's all it is.

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Ava might feel bad that he didn't come to her for something like this. He doesn't... want that. He doesn't want her thinking that he doesn't welcome her help or that he doesn't trust it. He... he does. He doesn't just appreciate having the option; he enjoys it. The new routine is a breeze, and his neck feels better than it ever has. At least that he can remember.

"I'm confused," Tony mumbles around a mouthful of snacks. The man never stops eating. "Are we talking about your no-no years, or did you and Rogers hit up underground bars before Germany?"

"I know all his secrets from the vanilla days; they never went to any of the fun ones," Natasha confirms. It's not like Bucky was going to take the verbal bait anyways. Steve still falls for it regularly. 

"I like how you don't deny having the rest of the answer; I feel like it tells me all I can tolerate about the icicles when it comes to this. That's my favorite part about you, Romanoff. You know when I don't need to know, you know?"

His dumbass friends might as well be background noise with Bucky's mind this firmly in the memory of Ava's office. She's been so good to him, especially over this last week while she pushed through all the red tape for him. He'd been expecting it to take an eternity of hounding Steve all by his lonesome, but she got him back in the field in under two weeks. His best friend had actually been kind of pissy about it behind closed doors. For Bucky, it was like getting sprinkles on top of his cake. 

He's been thinking about getting flowers delivered to her lab for the trouble. It feels like too much whenever his thumb hovers over the confirmation button. He's reached the part of staring at the order details four times.

"I'm pretty sure your country doesn't appreciate it as much as you do. They tend to fight cold wars over it."

"Well, yeah, but our country—you see what I did there? That was a pretty funny communism joke. And it works as a reminder for both of us that you're actually an American citizen these days; isn't that wild? Back to the point here, our country fights wars over stuff we do ourselves all the time, so that doesn't feel like a fair reason to dismiss our friendship."

The doctor's forcing him to expand his music library. Her taste there is as scattered as her taste in movies, but she's got some leading themes he's been able to pin down. The 60s and 70s are huge for her, expectedly, and she's got a lot of nostalgia over the 90s. Paige keeps her versed in all things pop, folk, and country, according to her. 

"If I start referring to the US as my country, you people will expect me to do things like register to vote. Or put up wallpaper."

"I don't think anyone's expecting you to be legally allowed to do that. The voting thing, not the wallpaper. In most states. For multiple reasons. Although, the wallpaper might be a good call."

Ava invited him to their absurdly large archive of playlists during his second session. The ones Paige curates are nothing but insanity. Not one of them makes a lick of sense. Bucky decided that he should have expected that, given her Energizer Bunny reputation. Ava's are less scattered; more organized. Soothing for his mind to digest. He's been using them as workout music ever since. And driving music. And general background noise. 

"I don't think I'd know where to start buying wallpaper. Do you even want me putting that shit on your expensive building?"

"Not really, but the idea of walking in on you rolling paste on the living room walls is worth anything it could take to fix them later."

God, she's funny, too. He could listen to the woman's awful, soul-crushing puns and subsequent cackling for hours. He'll never say that to her face, not for as long as he lives, but they've made him feel lighter every morning that he's gone to let her work him over. He's already stolen two of them to torture Sam with. Another thing he's not going to tell her.

"Maybe I should start smaller. Bruce keeps suggesting a car that has legal registration."

"Heeey, that could work. You'll be signing up for mailing lists and bitching about state tax in no time. You know what?" He hears Tony snap his fingers. "We should get you a houseplant. Work you up to having a fish or something."

Alright. Maybe he'll go to Ava. He doesn't want her to think he's trying to blow off her expertise again. Or that he's avoiding her. He's not; he really does like hanging out in her office. Even if it's technically a medical appointment. He's a lot more eager to visit her than his therapists, that's for sure.

"I am not paying taxes," Natasha scoffs. "If you think I'm tying a legal address to my name, you're out of your fucking mind. Moreso than usual."

"You don't think you'd enjoy having a cave to lurk in?"

"What makes you think I don't have one already?"

"I'm talking about a real house, not a safe house."

This injury isn't related to his cybernetics. It's his ribs, well below any of his implants. He's not entirely out of the loop when it comes to what doctors have to do to get their licenses. She no doubt had to pull a lot of hard hours during her residency. Maybe she doesn't want to patch up the tower's notorious grouch every time he takes a hit. But he doubts she'd ever be impolite enough to refuse him walking in.

"I have my space here: bathroom, laundry room, small kitchen. If I haven't bothered decorating that, what makes you think I'll want to do it for an entire house?"

"Aww, come on. Look at Ryder! She's having all kinds of fun making her place as obnoxious as possible. That could be you after a few online shopping sprees."

Bucky's eyes open slowly, his brows drawing in when the second verbal mention of Ava pulls parts of his attention back to the conversation. 

Fuck, not going to medical still leaves the option of her taking offense. Okay. Alright. So, he'll split the difference and go to emergency intake. He's pretty sure she's listed as his surgical contact in the tower now—he can't stomach looking at his own medical file, not even the written records. Any injury this big will get flagged for trauma support, and she'll be notified. Then it's up to her what she wants to do. That feels like a good compromise.

"She's doing that to reclaim it from Alec; that's different. I don't have the same motivation. For me, it's just going to be extra work.

"Who's Alec?" Bucky asks without thinking. If the universe doesn't hate him today, Natasha's just going to assume he's being his usual kind of paranoid.

"She hasn't mentioned him?" Tony sounds surprised. "Alec's her ex-husband."

Ex-husband? She was married? And she's not anymore, meaning she might be—

He shuts down that train of thought immediately. 

Reclaiming the space of her house implies they lived in it long enough to form some heavy memories. She hasn't mentioned having a kid, and she strikes him as the type to bring up something like that pretty fast. So it was just the two of them, most likely.

"People usually don't like talking about the egocentric sack of shit they used to coexist with," Natasha points out. Of course, she already knows about the doctor's history. It's her.

"Bad divorce?" he prods, trying not to sound overly invested in the answer. These assholes will take it as an invitation.

"Oh, the worst," Tony confirms. "Shithead tried fighting her on it tooth and nail. She had to borrow my legal team just to get the guy to fuck off and leave her alone. He even kept her surname after the divorce; can you believe that?"

An uneasy feeling starts to rise in his gut, making Bucky look over at him. Then up at Natasha. "What kind of won't leave her alone are we talking about?"

"Down, fido, my lawyers took care of it. There's no need to start tailing him. Aside from being a self-absorbed asshole that insists they'll," Tony's voice turns scornful as his fingers form air quotes, "work things out with time, he's toothless." 

"She's got concealed carry permits she earned properly if that makes you feel better," Natasha offers up. The thought does help ease the tension building in him. 

He won't read Ava's file, no matter how bad the buzzing gets. But he might check in with JARVIS about her home security. He's noticed her name on the system logs. She, or at least her house, is linked to SHIELD's network despite her general distrust of the organization. He understands the opposing priorities completely.

He caved and read Wyatt's file two nights ago. The buzzing had been building since Ava mentioned him wanting an autograph, and it finally got to be too much. Nothing's lurking there aside from an impressive list of historians from all the fuck over Georgia and Alabama. The kid's got more family than some towns have population. 

Bucky leans forward with a muted groan to change the autopilot's intended LZ of the Avenger's balcony to the entrance hanger for medical. If he's going to grit his teeth through the antiseptic over a couple small holes, he's damn sure not going to haul his ass through half the tower while his ribs leak. His patience has limits, and that's pretty fucking far over the starting line. 

Tony looks over at him with a deep, suspicious frown. Bucky frowns at him right back with the same level of scrutiny. He can feel Natasha staring a hole into the side of his head, even if he can't catch her in his peripherals. He hates both of them with a passion at the moment. He knows what's about to happen—

"Did you just… prioritize your own health," Tony questions like he's baffled by the very idea. His whole upper body turns in the seat as he looks up at Natasha excitedly. "Oh my god. He's doing it. All by himself." He raises a hand to his chest and looks back at Bucky. "They grow up so fast."

It's good that the autopilot is on. If it weren't, Bucky would be tempted to crash them out of spite, mostly because he's sure he'd survive it. "Very funny."

"All it took was a hippie that gives him candy," Natash adds, her voice dripping with smugness. "Who knew."

"Both of you can fuck off." Bucky doesn't like how close she just got to his primary motivation on the first try. Old habits die hard, et cetera. And he hates that he can't tell if she was trying to guess. If he's lucky, which he isn't, she was just making fun of him.

Natasha knows about his visits to the florist's website; he's fucking convinced of it now. He doesn't know how, and he can't outright call her on it. If he does, he could fuck up and make himself right. There is nothing worse than having the Black Widow as metaphorical family. Not even Steve's hovering.

She and Tony harass him for the remainder of the flight. It's not long, mercifully, and he's starting to regret not grabbing something for the doctor. They were in Montreal, of all places, so it would have been fitting. He figures she'll understand once he shows her his side. The train of thought makes him wonder what part of Canada she's originally from. She hasn't brought it up.

His foot is already bouncing by the time he reaches the elevator. He's still got the surgical towel shoved tightly against his ribs. He hopes she gets there fast if she ends up taking the call. The last thing he wants to do right now is sit around in the burn of antiseptic and bleach while he fights off the urge to bolt. 

This is good, Bucky reminds himself as he takes his first few steps into medical. He's sat through plenty of trips to emergency intake. He can handle walking into his first optional one. It's a non-issue. Completely.

When JARVIS informs him that his file and general vital scan have been submitted for intake, the buzzing gets so intense that he almost leaves. The pace of his sergeant walk, as Sam likes to designate it, slows to a crawl. Then he thinks about a doctor with concealed carry permits. One that lets her house be monitored by a government organization she's actively pushing herself to trust. All in an effort to contribute something good to the world. The buzzing eases, and he picks up his pace, headed for the solo observation room JARVIS listed for him.

There's no moment of standing involuntarily from nerves this time. He doesn't have to force himself to sit back down and wait, even though the room smells wrong. His skin is crawling, and he wants nothing more than to put a throwing knife in his hand like a goddamn security blanket. But he doesn't panic. He doesn't try leaving.

Baby steps.

When the door opens, it's devastating. There's no diminutive hippie with UFO-sized glasses smiling at him on the other side of it. It's a guy in a plain white lab coat without artistic stitching, one that Bucky's never met before in his life. He's already squinting down at a tablet, meaning this will be his doctor for the duration.

This was the worst plan he could have possibly conceived. The universe is humbling him for thinking he could get away with something like this without some kind of suffering. He just wanted to make up for being dismissive of her help initially. Now he gets to sit through this. How fucking grand.

"Barnes?" The doctor that's not Bucky's doctor looks up, his heart rate elevating by a few notches. He's putting in a lot of effort to look confident. It's not exactly working. "I'm Dr. Erickson. I'm guessing you're here for the bullet wounds JARVIS detected?"

"Yup." Bucky's not about to volunteer for small talk at the moment. It's a miracle he hasn't jumped off the biobed yet. "Where's Ryder?"

"Your primary is in a staff meeting at the moment." Erickson puts his tablet down on the supply cabinet's main counter. He's already starting to gather what he needs, leaving Bucky to figure out real quick if he's actually willing to do this. "Don't worry; I'll get you sewn up and on your way in no time."

He doesn't want it getting back to Ava that he bailed the moment she couldn't show up. He doesn't want to leave her with the impression that he's only going to take on medical care if it's her; that's not anywhere near fair. The woman is a brain surgeon, not his private physician. He can grow the fuck up and accept help from people that haven't gone through his gauntlet of verification.

"Great," he pushes out, lifting the side of his undershirt to offer an unobstructed view.

It's not great; it's fucking horrendous. The first touch of the new doctor makes the overly physical memory of the buzzing build so high, he can feel it in his teeth. They're not actually rattling in his jaw the way they did back then, he knows that, but it doesn't matter because his body is screaming at him that it's happening.

The first stitch going through his skin makes him want to put his fingers through the doctor's eye sockets. His mind goes over all the ways he can violently put at least ten feet between them without having to get up. Looking back, it's probably good he didn't reach for the throwing knives. He's not unhinged enough to stab someone unprovoked; he's better than that. But they'd have been distracting to his impulse control, that's for sure.

Dr. Handsy is pulling the first suture in tight when the door to the observation room opens again. Bucky doesn't look up, his eyes locked on a random point on the far wall while he focuses on his breathing. He only looks over when a billowing, maroon pant leg enters his peripheral.

Thanks to a bunch of dead Nazi scientists that used to hide out in the mountains of Russia, Bucky Barnes has a trigger in his brain that is entirely out of his control. One that, when activated by his own interest, lets him process his surroundings in a sliver of the time that it should for a human mind. It is exceptionally helpful in the field. 

Watching Ava Ryder walk in, wearing a suede jumpsuit that mercilessly frames her curves, proves to him that having it in the 30s would have gotten him shot by someone's father. Definitely before he left Brooklyn. Or before he got chased out by several fathers banding together with baseball bats. In the time it takes her hand to come off the door handle and make its way to her hip, his mind goes on one hell of a fucking journey.

He already had more than a vague idea of the shape of her before now; he can't help it. Comes with the territory of doing threat assessment for a living. God knows his eyes have slipped down to her chest on a shameful amount of occasions. Her tits are being held up and pushed together fucking beautifully at the moment. Typically, that would hold all of his attention.

But this is the first unobstructed view of her that he's gotten, thanks to the lab coat being nowhere in sight, and good fucking god. Holy fucking shit. Godfuckingdamn.

She's half turned from him at this angle, so he's only getting a side view. That's more than enough to show off an obscenely rounded ass and the cushy thighs it rests on that are going to haunt his fucking dreams. It's bigger than his hands by a margin that's outright glorious. The mental image of his fingers digging into it, of how it would make her skin dip under the pressure, makes his blood race.

He can't spot the outline of any underwear at first. Then her hand makes contact with the jumpsuit, and his eyes pick up on it. Right there, above the top of her finger, pulled up high over her hipbone. There's a thin band leaving an impression in the fabric. An extraordinarily thin band. There is nothing else in sight.

Pulled between Ava's legs, right at this very moment in time, is a strip of fabric that Bucky's tongue would fit against perfectly. Right under that is a taste he's been catching himself wondering about for two weeks now. One good, long drag of his nose. That's all it would take to push in whatever she's picked out for the day and soak it with that taste. He could get it back out from between her lips with his tongue, pull it to the side with his teeth to give himself room to feast—

Bucky tries to shift his weight as nonchalantly as possible while his brain slows back down. The comeback from tactical analysis is always jarring, with this one being especially so. 

He's the worst kind of bastard. An awful, selfish, perverted sonofabitch. There's not shit he can do to change that. How unfortunate.

"David," Ava greets, the name coming out as tense as the closed smile plastered on her face. "You can put that down."

The other doctor doesn't look up from the work his hands are doing. "That you, Ava? I heard you were—"

"Now."

Bucky's back straightens up as David looks at her nervously, taken aback. Bucky doesn't blame him; he didn't know her voice could get that forceful.

David sort of laughs, which feels like the worst possible choice to Bucky. But, hey, not his call. "What, do you want me to just—"

"I want your hands off my patient right now. I'm not asking." She watches with unwavering intensity as the other doctor lets the needle and thread drop from his hands. She visibly bristles at the patronizing expression on David's face, her head tilting aggressively. Bucky kind of wants to watch her hit him. "I'll be back in less than a minute, sergeant. I need a word outside with Dr. Erikson."

"Take your time," Bucky assures, the tension bleeding out of him already. His ribs are leaking, and there's a piece of doctor floss looped through his skin that he's going to have to cut out of himself tomorrow morning. The immoral evaluation of her outfit that his head threw at him is going to eat him alive. Forever. Especially when he's trying to fall asleep for the foreseeable future. 

All things considered, though, he feels fan-fucking-tastic.

David still looks somewhat shell-shocked, and there's real insult starting to creep into his posture, but the guy doesn't argue. He follows Ava back out of the room, not bothering with a goodbye in Bucky's direction. When the door closes behind them, his super hearing picks up on Ava reaming David about prioritizing patients before ego. She goes into detail about the deep shit he'll be in with her if he keeps ignoring her written orders, long before it ever gets him fired. She tacks on why her anger should scare him a hell of a lot more than the idea of that. Then she instructs him to keep his damn hands off her patients and get back to the intake desk. 

The protective streak makes Bucky's chest feel warm, a half-smile pulling at his lips. She's a handful, alright. One he'd give anything to be brave enough to send flowers to.

Ava is calm, cool, and collected when she leans back in through the doorframe, hanging off it with a soft smile. "Hiya, stranger. I hear you picked a fight in my motherland today."

"I hear it has an arms dealer problem. I wanted to see if I could help." He gestures down at the needle swinging from his ribs without looking at it. "Not all Canadians are as welcoming as you, turns out."

"Eh?" she fires back, hamming up the accent. "Wellll, I'm not about to let a few cranky arms dealers tarnish our reputation. What do you say you push that bandage against your new bragging rights, and we head for my office?"

Licking his bottom lip nervously, he tries to give her a confident smile. "You were busy with something."

"Not too busy for my favorite popsicle." One eyebrow raises sternly. "You are not allowed to tell Steve I'm playing favorites." God, she's cute when she tries to deflect. It's never worked. At least not on him.

"That's—" Shit, where to even find the fucking words for her. "You don't have to do this. Go out of your way like this. I don't mind getting patched up by random medics. Comes with the job."

Her smile turns impish. "That's cool and all, but I mind when people ignore basic ethics just to have a story about stitching up an Avenger. If you need to tell yourself I'm using you as fuel for a workplace pissing contest, go for it. Whatever gets you off that biobed." She leans back, leaving the door open wide behind her. "Come on; I can't stand the way they organize these damn shelves. I wouldn't patch you up in here even if you did pay me. Next time, head for my office first."

Bucky does as she ordered, pushing the surgical towel she packed for him against his side, not minding the sting in the least. He swallows down the point that, by every definition there is, he's not an Avenger. "I'll follow you, doc."

—

"Alright," Wyatt plops his hands down on the glass of the holo, his expression determined. His tight curls bounce with the motion, making their resident gumdrop look adorable, even through the discomfort. "Let's get to dissectin' this cacophony. All in one go, preferably, so I don't feel like yackin' up my lunch two days runnin'."

Ava's head tilts sympathetically. "Oh, honey, tell me you didn't—"

His hand comes up, with his index finger pointed to the ceiling. "Nope. But I got close a couple'a times thinkin' about this." He mutters several things under his breath about creepy Nazi bastards while he pulls up the raw data from Bucky's implants. "All the more reason to get it the hell over with."

"A whole day of digging through coded war crimes," Hannah deadpans quietly, raising a steaming mug to her lips. "I'm glad we get the fun assignments."

"You'd ditch us if we didn't," Ava jokes. She scrolls through the sergeant's file absentmindedly on her tablet, reviewing the vitals added just a few hours ago. He actually came to medical. For something as minor as a field injury. Of his own volition.

"Mmm. I don't know. It's pretty fun watching a brain move like Jell-O. You might have been able to convince me to stick around just for that."

SHIELD's primary system makes a blaring noise of disagreement as Wyatt loads the main file structure. He frowns, looking over at Ava with concern. "Its askin' for administrative override."

"Heeey, that's that thing Tony says I'm not supposed to abuse. That's probably not a good sign." Ava pushes her glasses further up the bridge of her nose and leans over to get a look at the error. "JAR, I'd like some reassurance we're not about to trigger an ancient LoJack if you wouldn't mind advising here."

"There are safeguards in place for importing code with an unknown source," JARVIS reports in. The warning on the screen is dismissed, presumably by him, and a new window comes up. A log of the programming in Bucky's cybernetics going through digital quarantine loads rapidly, with line after line being highlighted in red and labeled HYDRA Suspected. "I will process them for you. One moment."

"We have to clean the Nazi code before we can beat it to death," Hannah mumbles against the rim of her mug. "I think I kind of like that."

"Please, Hannie, I'm hangin' on by the skin'a my teeth here." Scrubbing his hands over his face, Wyatt groans exhaustedly. He drags them down slowly, giving Hannah a pleading look over the tops of his fingers. "You know I'm always here for supportin' you—"

"I'm aware." The ex-marine's clipped tone makes Ava snort and look back down at her tablet. They both know stopping him now isn't going to cut off the word vomit.

Wyatt's hands thunk back down onto the glass. "I'm so proud'a ya, y'know that—" And there's the thickening of the accent.

"I know."

Ava's eyes skim over the list of everything detected in Bucky's wound, locking on the word leather in particular. Today was her first look at his work gear—she's got a feeling he doesn't call it a uniform—in person. It was hard to keep professional in front of six and a half feet of Hi, how are ya? wrapped up in that much heavy black. The sounds that his vest made when he dropped it on the coffee table— Jesus. He's got to be packing enough in there to arm a small country. 

"All's I'm sayin' is that if I have to hear about murder right now, I might actually upchu—"

"Please don't."

Ava's too scared to ask what's in the sergeant's pants for a multitude of reasons. Professionalism is lower on the list than it probably should be. It's a shame, too. He's downright hilarious when he lets himself talk. There's not a doubt in her mind that he'd come up with something unbearably good—and unwaveringly dry—in response to the loaded question.

"A'right then. We're in agreement. No bad thoughts today. We go in like—like excavators, right? With our helmets and our 'lil pickaxes, and we get what we need so we can—" The way he cuts himself off makes Ava look back up in concern. She finds the most horrified expression on Wyatt's face. "That—ah shit, that didn't come out all that right. That was mean, wannit? Insensitive. I'm not tryin' to belittle what the sergeant's been through."

"You weren't belittling anything," Ava assures, reaching out to rub his arm. "I think he'd be the first one to race you to a fossil joke about this."

"You'll tell 'im I'm takin' this serious, won't ya—"

A small chuckle escapes before she can stop it. "Wyatt, sweetheart, it's not like he heard you—"

"You take your pills today, Combs?" Hannah's calm question makes the gumdrop freeze in place. She blows on her coffee, taking a small sip. "If you say you don't remember, I'm going to—"

Wyatt snaps his fingers, his expression shifting to relief. "I didn't, and I remember why, too." He rolls his chair back with a sudden push, aiming for his desk. He reaches out before the chair finishes the trip to grab his patch-covered messenger bag. "One'a the cats got int'a my coat closet; dumbass got stuck on a shelf for reasons I'm still not real clear on." He pops open his medication bottle, tossing a pill into his mouth with a level of dexterity that makes her jealous. "The hollerin' was s'damn loud, I thought the landlord was gonna come knockin'."

"Which one was it?" Ava asks. "Not the new kitten?"

"No, no—Juno's been'a dream. It was Galileo again. I love that furry little bastard, but sometimes he can drive me nutty ." He pauses to take a swig from another glossy vacation mug. Today's is advertising a campground Ava's never heard of that's the best in the Rockies, according to the swirling font. "I got new pictures of Juno if you want 'em, though."

"Yes, please," Ava confirms happily. Holding the teacup-sized ball of fur made her whole month when he last brought Juno in. Hannah ended up hogging most of the cuddle time, but the sound of little meows filling the day had been enough to make up for it.

Wyatt pulls his phone from his back pocket and brings it around to hook up to the holo. The system dings with the sound of a successful transfer after a moment. He loads a collection of new photos, zeroing in on one of Juno clawing her way up a window curtain—

The power to the lab shuts off with a loud, electric click. Everything plunges into darkness with the privacy setting on the glass walls keeping the sun out. It comes back on before Ava can react, the building's primary system switching to the emergency power grid. She and Wyatt lock eyes in panic.

"Oooh man, boss, did I just—"

"I'm sure you didn't," Ava comforts, trying to push down her own panic. It helps that she's heard Tony rambling about the work he's put into making this place indestructible. "JAR?" 

There's no response from the AI. She trades another nervous glace with Wyatt.

"I know it was probably the Nazi shit, but I'm hoping it was the cats," Hannah says, sounding sincere. "I feel like that'll make a much better story."

"Oh my god, did I break JAR?" Wyatt looks between them frantically. "How often does he back up his servers? Did I kill'a piece'a JAR?!"

"I have not been murdered," the AI confirms after nearly a minute of being gone. "The safeguards reported a false positive regarding the programming of Sergeant Barnes' cybernetics. It has been handled."

Ava gives the hologram wall of code a warry look. "Handled by you?" There's a suspicion building in her gut around his phrasing, one that she's not planning on letting out of her teeth. 

"Mr. Stark has a protocol in place that cuts off my servers in the event of any irregular activity. Given the nature of the programming's origin, the system is designed to er on the side of caution."

"That's a really fancy way of dancing around the point, JAR." She's trying to stay civil about this. It's not an easy venture, and she's pretty sure it's not translating at all. Even she can hear the frustration in her voice. "How about we cut the shit, and you tell me what the false positive was."

"There are automated routines running for Sergeant Barnes' implants. They are not harmful; I've taken the liberty of checking them personally now that they've been cleared through quarantine. I am creating a stable update to forward to—"

"How long have they not been harmful, JARVIS?"

Hannah sits up from her relaxed position at the avoidance of their favorite nickname for the AI. Wyatt's brows pull in nervously, his eyes never leaving Ava. They both know exactly what she's digging at.

There's a long hesitation from JARVIS. Short by normal social standards but an eternity for a sentience with quantum processors. "There is not currently a risk posed within the Sergeant's—"

Ava's out of her chair and halfway to the door before he even finishes the omission. Fueled by some of the most intense rage she's ever felt in her life, she marches out on swift feet. She's going to kill him. She's going to string him up—maybe hang him off the side of the tower.

America's fucking Sweetheart, her ass. America's Doomed Liar is a lot more like it.

"Where is he," Ava nearly growls, still stalking down the halls, leaving the medical wing in a hurry. "JARVIS, I know you're still listening; you tell me where that puffed-up, hypocritical—oooh , you tell me where Rogers is right the fuck now. And then you tell me where Stark is—"

"Dr. Ryder, I know you're not inclined to believe this at the moment, but I assure you—"

"You're right; I'm not inclined to do that at all." She takes a deep breath as she passes through the front entrance, slowing herself to a stop. With genuine effort, she pushes down her anger. "I don't want to keep yelling at you. I don't like doing it in the first place. If you don't want to tell me where they are, I'll find them myself."

Ava heads for the elevator to do just that. She's not expecting a response as she pounds the side of her fist against the button for the Datacrux's floor. It's likely to be her best bet to find any of them. There's not a chance in hell that she's letting her team dedicate any more time to this until she gets some fucking explanations.

Halfway along the ride up, the light around the button goes dim. A flash of anger rises in her until she sees the one for the executive level illuminate. 

"Mr. Stark is not currently in the tower, but you will find Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes debriefing in the Situation Room," JARVIS informs her over the elevator's intercom, making the SHEILD agents around her pretend not to look over. She's tempted to ask them if it's the outfit.

"Thank you, JAR," she offers as an olive branch. Regardless of what's truly going on here, she doubts the AI is all that comfortable with the subject.

"You're welcome, Ava."

She's only been to this part of the tower once before. Tony dragged her up to the Avenger's balcony for a party after her divorce was first finalized. That's about the extent of her experience with this section. It's not hard to find her way with everything denoted like it is in the rest of the building.

The palm of her hand smacks against the door marked Situation Room, and she shoves it open aggressively. Both super soldiers, the Falcon, Black Widow, and a scattered group of SHIELD agents stare back at her in surprise. It doesn't slow her down any.

Ava points an irate finger at Steve in the uneasy silence of the room. "Unless New York just caught fire, you and I are about to have a very blunt conversation, captain."

"Hiya, doc." Bucky, unsurprisingly, is the only one in the room smiling at her while she glares daggers at Captain America. He's still in his not-uniform. There's still blood on it. The charm he's throwing her way reminds her that they won't want an audience. 

"I'm going to ask the rest of you to leave," she continues, but her eyes stay on the sergeant as her finger lowers. "I don't think you'll want to be here for this, Bucky."

"What makes you think I don't wanna watch you beat up my best friend?" He leans back in his chair, his hands coming up to rest on his stomach as his smile deepens.

"Can I stay?" Sam asks, his voice eager. It's a damn shame this is how she gets to meet him. She doubts the Falcon has any clue about unethical research.

"Come on," Natasha insists with a serene nod in Ava's direction, grabbing Sam's shirt to drag him up from his chair. "You heard her."

"I—hey!" Steve looks so insulted as he watches his friends and various coworkers abandon him with zero hesitation. "You're just gonna—I don't even know what I did!"

"Neither do I, but I am very ready to hear about it," Bucky assures Ava, not an increasingly distressed Steve.

Ava taps her foot impatiently as the room clears out, leaving her alone with the super soldiers. She ignores the nerves radiating off of one of them and focuses on the one that looks delighted. "I'm serious. This is about your case. Specifically, the work HYDRA was trying to finish."

The mirth leaves Bucky almost entirely. His posture doesn't adjust from its reclined position. "Alright. Tell me what's got you livid about it."

"Steve here made me a promise that was broken in my lab a few minutes ago."

Steve's eyebrows pull in with confusion. "Which promise? Wait—a few minutes ago—Is this about that blackout? Ava, catch me up here; what the hell is—"

"You swore to me that the intention of HYDRA—at least where Bucky's case is concerned—was to make an army of super soldiers, nothing more." She's letting him process this one step at a time. It'll make yelling at him for lying a lot easier. That, and she's honestly worried the technophobe doesn't understand the gravity of the situation.

"I—" Steve hesitates, and she watches the switch to tactical assessment come over him. It's startling to see it directed at her from a face that isn't Bucky's. "As far as I know, that was the intention."

"Yeah? You're sure about that? You're sure you're not omitting something pretty fucking important to my job, Steven?"

"JARVIS, what was the blackout?" Bucky questions at half the volume he started at when she first came in.

Ava points at the sergeant insistently. "See? I'm guessing he doesn't even know, but he's sure as hell already on the right track."

"There was an incident regarding the coding found in your implants, Sergeant Barnes. It has been handled. I have prepared an update to their systems whenever you're ready to undergo a transfer."

"As your doctor, I'm ordering it. We can go back to my office after I'm finished ripping your friend a new asshole for lying to my face." Her eyebrows lower at Bucky in indignation. She's doing this for him, but that doesn't mean she's going to let him off the hook if he knew. "We should probably figure out if I need to do the same to you before we get there."

"Hey, hang on now." Steve raises one hand, likely to try to calm her, but changes his mind and puts it back under the table. She's guessing someone's finally clued in the out-of-time man about that practice making women want to throw something. At his head. "We might not always be able to talk about classified information—something you agreed to, I might add—but I've never lied about HYDRA's intent as far as I comprehend it. I've been very careful to hold up that end of our deal."

"Let me tell you how I know, for a fact, that someone involved in this case is doing a piss-poor job of lying to me about it. Since you haven't quite figured out modern tech, I'm going to try to keep it simple." Ava points a far less aggressive, more instructing finger at Bucky's arm. "In order for that hunk of metal to work, it needs to be programmed. The hardware needs software that can tell it how to read brain signals. A few decades ago, some Nazis sat in a room and wrote a bunch of code for that software. That's what was supposed to be in Bucky's implants. That's all that was supposed to be in Bucky's implants."

"Wait—what the hell else is in them?" The flicker of fear that creeps into Bucky's expression breaks her heart. There's not a doubt in her mind that he could sell her on any lie he wants to with his mind set on it. That's the point of infiltrators like him. 

But Ava's willing to bet everything she's got in this world that the fear in him at the moment is genuine. He doesn't know. And it makes her feel awful.

"Given the size of your implants, I'm guessing not much," she tries to reassure. "We can always purge whatever is there later. However, if the code were as simple as 'read this signal, do this thing,' it wouldn't have been flagged as untouchable by Tony's security measures. The ones put in specifically to prevent JARVIS from being corrupted." She crosses her arms over her chest in exasperation, her eyes moving to one of the small security cameras on the ceiling. "Would you like to explain to the captain what kind of code it would take to accomplish that, JARVIS?"

There's another human-length moment of hesitation from the AI in response. "It would take adapting code."

"The part he's holding back—definitely because he's under orders not to break SHIELD protocol—is that something has to be driving the adaptation. There is such a thing as self-adapting code; that would absolutely explain it. If we weren't talking about something made in the 40s when HYDRA needed entire warehouses just to house a few terabytes of data." She glances over at Bucky. "While I'm sure the agents you scare the piss out of would disagree, your head isn't actually big enough to hold that much."

"You flirtin' with me to stop the panic or to apologize for not being Canadian for a minute?"

Ava blinks in surprise, the slightest hint of heat coming up the sides of her neck. That—she hadn't been—well. Steve's head turns to him, his eyebrows raising in mild shock.

Bucky clears his throat, then tries for a quiet chuckle, his eyes floating between her and the table. "Sorry—it's this damn room. Puts me in sergeant mode, makes me—let's get back to yelling at Steve."

"Thanks, asshole, I appreciate—"

"What makes you think I won't yell at you just because I'm Canadian?" Ava counters, finally recovering. "You trying to stereotype me, Barnes?"

The relief that comes off of Bucky is palpable. "I'd go for the hippie thing first if I was trying to do that."

"Didn't you sleep through the McCarthy era?"

"HYDRA gave me the long and short of it between naps."

Her hand flies up to her face to block a loud snort. Damn him, this is serious. But she's not about to begrudge him the gallows humor. She lowers it again while he smirks at her. "Do you mind? I'm trying to make an angry but valid point here."

"About a bunch of code that my head isn't big enough for," he continues for her dryly, one hand coming off his stomach to gesture up at it.

Ava sighs, the amusement from getting sidetracked by the Brooklyn heartstopper fading fast. "Not big enough by the standards of the 40s. By today's standards?" Her head tilts to the side sadly, readying herself to watch that fear in him get more substantial. "You tell me, Buck. Did the Nazis work in the mindset of single projects, or did they work in the mindset of generations that would lead a global empire?"

The words are the last piece to complete the puzzle in Bucky's mind; Ava can see it happen in his eyes. The expression of horror it yanks out of him will haunt her for the rest of her days. "Zola." 

It's said in a whisper, and Ava's not even sure what the word is. 

It takes Steve longer to reach whatever conclusion Buckys come to, and he looks resistant to the idea at first. "No, that's... no—Buck, you've been to what's left. You know what it took—"

"That's the point she's making, stupid. Look at how small everything's gotten." He stops, and Ava doesn't miss the sight of a hard swallow. "It makes sense. Think about it. It makes sense. They took care of the car until they could find an engine that fit. I was the prototype. Or—was going to be, at least."

The comparison—the one he's using on himself—is revolting. Accurate, but astoundingly revolting. She pushes past it, leaning down to tap a condescending nail on the table. "Hi, there. Still here. Still looking for some answers. What the hell is Zola?"

With Steve watching him like a hawk, Bucky breathes a long, tired sigh. "Not what. Who." 

"I can fill her in," Steve offers to him quickly. "You don't have to do this."

"Oh, I'm not doing shit. She's going to do it all." Bucky locks eyes with Ava, his expression passive. Having the Winter Soldier himself that focused in on her makes her breath catch involuntarily. "How's your Russian, doc?"

"I don't speak a word of it. Do I need to for this?"

"No, I'm sure you've got plenty of ways to translate anything you feel like reading. You should look up doveryai, no proveryai while you're at it." He leans forward, resting his arms on the table. His eyes never once move away from hers. "JARVIS, transfer a copy of my archive access to Dr. Ryder. Full permissions. And the next time she asks you a hard question, you don't have to bullshit her. Tell her to call me."

—

April 6th, 2015

"I want you to bring me with you next time."

"No."

"Is that a no because you do not agree or because you are afraid of mother?"

"Both."

Shuri frowns at the security feed, ignoring the quiet laughter she can hear coming from Nakia on the other end. "Coward."

The camera mounted on T'Challa's dashboard shakes as he turns it back to his face, his expression annoyed. "Say that to my—"

"Coward."

T'Challa rolls his eyes and turns the camera back around as Nakia laughs harder. He will be mopey now, for sure. "I am not taking you to stare at a soldier's office with us."

"Why not?"

"To start with, I refuse to be trapped in a car with you for that amount of time."

"You should be so lucky! Now, what is the real reason."

"What part of royal family do you not—"

"You get to go to these things."

"And when you leave your lab long enough to learn to use the spears of your foremothers, that privilege can extend to you."

"Okoye is always ready to teach you, Shuri," Nakia offers up diplomatically. 

"I do not need a spear to sit in a car annoying my brother," Shuri argues. They always do this to her. She is tired of it.

"You do not need to sit in a car annoying your bother at all." The moping has already started. She can hear it in T'Challa's voice.

"Fine. I will go to Ava's house and stay there while—"

"No."

Shuri slams her hands down on her desk, making the various instruments on it rattle precariously. "She is my family, too!"

There's silence on the other end in the wake of her anger. Then the camera turns again, this time by Nakia's hand. She doesn't stop the spin until it's pointed to show her and T'Challa. He does not look as annoyed anymore. He looks guilty.

Nakia gives her a sympathetic smile. "No one is trying to take that from you. We are only trying to keep you safe. We do not know how far Alec is willing to take things."

"And I am not willing to present the man with more temptations of power," T'Challa adds, the guilt on his face shifting to resignation. "It is not simply because I am afraid of our mother. I agree with her. And with our father. Alec Harlow is a man that is losing everything. That is a powerful motivator, Shuri."

"I am not afraid of that spineless demon," Shuri insists angrily. "I could handle him myself, thank you very much."

"Half the school children in Wakanda could," Nakia mocks under her breath.

She gets a stern look from T'Challa before he focuses it on Shuri. "It is not his strength we are concerned with. It is the allies he can call upon at any time. Men with strength and resources that we do not wish to deal with."

Some of the fight leaves her. Not much, but it does ebb. Her brother might be an idiot, but he is right about this. Ava would not be this afraid for no reason. She has been trying to disguise it when Nakia brings her for visits, which is how Shuri knows it is serious.

"I hate that man, brother." The word is far too inadequate. The contempt she holds for the worm who put fear in the heart of her favorite mad scientist feels immeasurable.

"As do I. As do we all." T'Challa smiles at her finally, his face softening. "I promise to bring you to hit him if he is ever arrested. That is when I will deem it safe enough."

"How many times?" she chases after quickly. "Can I bring a weapon?"

"You can bring exactly one weapon. Can you guess what it is?" The smile turns sarcastic as he reaches out and turns the camera back around to face Alec's office window. 

"I do not need a spear to break that man."

"No, you need it so I can stop being lectured by Okoye for enabling your avoidance of tradition."

"That will not help. She wishes for me to sit through her lessons. I would just bring the spear to hit him over the head with."

Nakia laughs, the sound light and soothing. "I am surprised you did not go straight for the idea of skewering him."

Tilting her head down at her desk, Shuri hesitates. She picks up the ridiculous coffee mug Ava got her, spinning it around in her hands with somber movements. 

Ava's last visit had been especially hard to stomach. The woman had looked so... empty as she talked about the start of the divorce. There had been no vengeful joy in her as she told Shuri's father she understood the gravity of the situation. No hard-won victory in her posture. There had only been grief and shame.

Shuri sighs, turning away from the screen to head for her lab's kitchen. She is going to fill the mug with one of the teas that Ava brings her. It will be a nice change from the energy drinks she has been binging. "No. I... I do not wish the man dead. I only wish to see him locked away somewhere he can never smile again."

—author end notes—

there’s one sentence in this chapter that is 14 words long (including contractions) that is the entire foundation of their incoming dom/sub and oh my g o d when i tell you that shit was cathartic to write 😫🤌 some day when this is finished, im gonna write a whole goddamn dissertation on that one sentence and all the narrative shit that tied into it in this fic so help me (YOURE ALLOWED TO GUESS BTW)

anyways, everyone is alive in wakanda bc i said so. and nakia and t’challa are really stupid uber mega important to ava’s backstory

i feel like we’ve all, as a species, Been Through Enough. you can talk my ear off abt anything, but dont talk to me abt the opening of wakanda forever i will Literally Die, i havent cried that hard over the first watch of a movie in so fucking long and i dont think im strong enough for a second. all i ever need for binging is winter soldier and black panther anyhow (FATWS is still growing on me and i only like it so far bc im a sambucky shipper. and a stucky shipper. and a 3 musketeer shipper. and a—i like making buckaroo be in love a lot. lets just. leave it at that). we can stop with the big owies thanks. let me escape to the fictional world where everyone is alive and Nothing Hurts, t h a n k s.

well. okay. some things are gonna hurt in this. probably really super bad too and youre gonna be really really mad at me when it hits. but like. theyre set up for comfort pay off so does it even really count??? i didnt think so, ty for agreeing 😌

ily 💖 tyty for reading 💞 and tyty in advance for yelling at me when i eventually hurt u ❤️🥰 i will understand, its okay, u are entitled to the emotional compensation on that one

#chapter update #good space

[saraali-19]

NOTICE

My name is sara ali 19, you can just call me sara

im a Human and an Pegasus

I Love drawing arts, fanarts and making Videos

But i don't like nsfw requests, nsfw Videos and nsfw arts

Im in Germany, im also from Kurdistan/Iraq, but i can speak Englisch and German

Im Muslim, thats my Religion

I have a Brother, names sahand and he is a Human and an earth pony

I will be Happy, if you draw fanarts of me

I Hope we are friends

You can ask me what ever you want and ask me for some requests

I have trible sister, name's nara, Mara and Lara

Mara is a haunted Doll

Nara is a robot

And Lara is a black devil

I have five friends, there Name is Microphone, pinkamena, soap, flower and Lollipop

And Just remember, im a Girl, Not a futa

In 4th july is my Birthday

Also my fav Song is phonk musics

My fav collor is black and gold

And yes, i will give you all a fanart, because i Wanna make you happy

PLEASE DON'T SEND ME NSFW REQUESTS,NSFW ART,AND NSFW VIDEOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I Love inanimate insanity, because that was super duper mega amezing, but Not bfdi and the Rest of the object Shows, Just inanimate insanity....................................ok fine, bfdi and ii

And im a my littel Pony G4 fan, but i don't like the Mane 6,i like pinkamena

I Wanna be soo Kind to you all

Have a good day Sweethearts ^⁠w^

Have respect to everyone and every humans

Even though I'm a Muslim, I still have more respect to others

Here's my oc

And my creature version

What I love: mika kit, makiko fox, millychan bunny, cupid cat, lola the electric cat, my followers and my fan and friends, Muslims, Christian and all religious, every countries, nice people, peva kit and all the kit community, you of course, the Youtubers that I love and I love to being: kind, silly, friendly, cute and angy

What I hate: pinky kit, warder, Muslim abuse, my friends hater, animal abuse, religion haters, heat bloggers, r34, nsfw fan/supporter and disrespectful people

Things you can call me:

Sweetheart, sara (for short) , dude etc

Things you can't call me:

Stupid, dumba$$, n!gga, a$$hole and other bad words

If you call me these bad things about me, I will be angry and making a kill art

I'm will NOT being rude to you, I promise, I will be rude, if you make bad things about me

Here are the rules:

Requests, asks and compliments

Be nice to others

No nsfw asks and requests

And etc.

One more thing

It's ok, when my fanart are cranky and something forget, I will accept it and still be grateful

I love you everyone 💝💝

For: all of you

From: Sara

[flickerfly]

hi if u feel the need to tag any post that mentions the word "queer" being used in any context other than derogatory as "q slur" kindly unfollow me.

#weve been around this block before. stop speaking over queer voices due to a personal discomfort u may have #if you need it tagged then just tag it as queer its literally not that hard #i hate to be rude but yall constantly walk over people who use it in a positive light ALL the time and im tired of it #if its being used as a slur? yeah sure tag it as q slur #if its someones username or identity? yeah maybe dont #thats mega disrespectful #if youre not comfortable seeing the word then take a second and go into ur filters and put it there. i have to do that with my triggers too. #but youre crossing the line when you cover up everyone using the word by slapping q slur over it. its too common #it sucks to see as a queer person myself. like please #let me have my ID in peace you guys dont do this to gay people and say g slur

[thegoldenlocks]

draw yasha with muscles you cowards

#mac is rambling #listEN I WAS WILLING TO LET IT SLIDE WITH PIKE BC FOR SOME REASON KIT NEVER GAVE PIKE MUSCLES IN THE OFFICIAL ART #BUT YASHA IS A WALKING BEEFCAKE AND yall still out here drawing fjord with mega muscles but not yasha #pls im suffering yall just like come on its so easy #this is my one complaint about cr art thats not about whitewashing Please #im not asking for much #even the artists i love and respect... still disrespecting me with that twig yasha bullshit #next campaign yasha is gonna come in with a half orc fighter and yall still not gonna acknowledge her strength

[torresandbishop]

this is gonna be mega negative so if thats not what you want to read rn i totally get it. ok but literally fuck the ncis writing team the amount of disrespect they have towards EVERY. FEMALE. CHARACTER. and their fans. why do all of the men get their nice, clean cut exits while every women is written as an traitor who abandons the people who love her. and also specifically for ellie, they literally gave her reverse character development, like to the point where she is a mirror of who torres was in the beginning of his experience in the show. and the god damn audacity of the show to not give somewhat of a hint that she would be leaving, pisses me off so much i feel like i was literally blind sided. anyways i feel sad bc i was really looking forward to this episode and i feel like i got nothing out of it. especially twice in one season, with sloane leaving as well. too many sad kisses this season :(

We are with you! We feel completely disregarded as fans. Creatively, her departure was a disgrace. I'm all the stages of grief at once right now.

#ask #anonymous #answered by naomi

[nanaminsonyfans]

👑See Me In A Crown👑

Masterlist ✨ Requesting Rules ✨ Song Inspired Oneshots

Request; DABI x READER: YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN- BILLY EILISH. THATS A BADASS DUO AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE

A/N; True true, I highly agree, this is a gender neutral reader btw. Also, i took mega inspiration from the see me in a crown music video. Rock and roll buckeroo!

Pairing; Dabi x Villain!Reader

Warnings; manga spoilers, blood, semi gore, swearing, anime s4 spoilers

{gif is not mine}

“L/n, Y/n. Quirk: Nightmare. They can make one’s deepest nightmare come true. Villain name: Darkness.” A raspy voice spoke as a h/c haired person stood behind Dabi. That was you. You had a twisted smirk on your face, peaking from behind. “Scary huh? I was dismissed as a hero. Now I’m here~” You hummed. “Why did you bring their police report here?” The blue haired man asked, examining your figure from behind Dabi.

“Because he just broke me out of course.” You said in a monotone voice and stepped out beside Dabi. “L/n, bite your tongue.” Dabi commanded, you just stuck your tongue out and bit it. “You’re Tomura Shigaraki, yes?” You smirked and walked over to him. “You’re plan to finish off all of the heroes is failing yes? You let go of you’re chance to work with Kai Chisaki, he was very powerful, but you aren’t.” You smirked and leaned forward.

“I will kill you, L/n.” Tomura growled, you just laughed and then his hand went around your neck, pinkie lifted of course. You gave him a twisted grin as your eyes darkened to complete black. “Do it. Why aren’t you?” Your voice had gotten deeper as you invaded his mind, looking for his worst fear. “Y/n.” Dabi said in a warning tone. “Saved by the bell eh?” You smirk and grab Tomura’s wrist, ripping it away from touching your neck. “Try some lotion sometime, it might do you some good.” You whisper in his ear before retreating back to Dabi’s side. 

Your comment towards Tomura made a blonde girl giggle but she quickly shut up. “They’re strong-” Dabi started, “They are cocky and disrespectful.” Tomura cut him off. The man beside you sighed deeply and crossed his arms. “They are strong, level headed, and can talk anyone down in seconds. They’re perfect for the League of Villains since we got rid of Chisaki.” You smiled and nodded happily. “Fine. They are your responsibility, scar face.” Tomura huffed and left the room. And so it begins.

Dabi thought, instead of wasting a Nomu, he would send you to deal with Endeavor and Hawks. “Dabi, that’s boring. Stupid Number One hero will kill me.” You whined to Dabi as you both sat in an abandoned parking garage. “Bite your tongue and bide your time. He won’t kill you, baby. You think I would let that happen? He’ll simply kill his fear.” The man across from you answered as you sat across from him. When he called you baby always made your heart flutter.

“Dabi, you don’t understand. The nightmare would be an extension of myself. If he does kill the nightmare, I’ll take awhile to recover.” You say, a small hint of fear in your voice. “I’ll be completely vulnerable.” “Then I’ll come get you. Don’t worry okay baby?” You sigh and nod. “Yeah okay.” You say, before smirking evilly. “I’m gonna run this nothing town.” Dabi grins at that statement and kisses you. “You’ll look great in a crown.” He smirked.

The time came and you sat in the same restaurant as Hawks and Endeavor. A table maybe ten or fifteen feet away. As a villain, you couldn’t always rely on your quirk, just like heroes couldn’t. You sat in the corner with a baggy black cloak on, messing with a Queen of Hearts card in your hand. Like a card trick of sorts. “Y/n, are you ready?” Your boyfriend’s voice rang through your small earpiece. “Yeah yeah.” You mumble and looked at the marble wall behind you as the waitress came up. “Would you like-” Her voice was cut short.

Count my cards, watch them fall, blood on a marble wall.

You smiled when you saw the blood on the wall and turned around to see everyone screaming and the two heroes looking at you. You grabbed the card that you threw that was now stuck in the wall and covered with blood. You licked the corner while smiling. “Oh yes! Keep screaming please!” You turned to the now standing heroes.

“I like the way they all....scream.” You smirk while licking the splattered blood from your lips and wiping your face with your sleeve. “Damn, and here I thought you were kinda pretty.” Hawks said, glaring at you as you grabbed more cards, one between each finger. “If you think I’m pretty, you should see me on a crown. I’m gonna run this nothing town~”  You grin and threw more cards but Hawks deflected them with his feathers. “I’m not after you anyways, bird boy.” You hiss and take your hood off, grinning now.

“Tell me, Mr. Number One Hero, which one is worse? Living or dying first? Sleeping inside a hearse? Don’t worry, you’ll be in one soon!” You laugh as your eyes turned black. “Shit, Endeavor that’s Darkness! They broke out yesterday!” Hawks warning before you conjured up Endeavor’s worst nightmare. You let out a low chuckle before shooting through the roof.

There were certain levels of a fear, simple, mild, darkness. You started off simple, any hero’s fear would be innocent people dying. You conjured up black smoke that cut through the building you were just in. “Enji Todoroki eh? Seems you have a lot of fears.” You taunt as the Hell Flame hero dodged at you. You were able to dodge each of his attacks. “Ah, it seems you are afraid of All Might. Perhaps because he will always be stronger than you?” You laugh

Your black smoke took the form of All Might, now fighting Endeavor for you. Dabi let loose the grey Nomus to keep other Pros in the area occupied along with Hawks. “How’s everything up there?” “Perfect Dabi.” You hum back into the comlink before returning your attention to Endeavor, whom was just thrown to a rooftop. You grinned as you heard screams from down on the ground. “This is wonderful...ACK!” You held your stomach as you started to cough up blood.

You looked over at Endeavor who was now on the ground, though he landed one good hit to your nightmare, it was still okay. You huff and glare at the unmoving hero and threw a card at his eye. That woke him up, his painful scream echoing through the worthless city. You laughed and wiped your mouth from the blood. “Ah, you are weak. Shouldn’t be Number One after all eh?” You taunt with your voice coming through the nightmare All Might. You sent the nightmare after Hawks until you started to cough up blood again.

“What the fuck?!” You scream as you see a fireball crash into the city, like a meteor. Your entire body went limp from your nightmare being destroyed. Your body went flying to the ground until a hero caught you. Damned Hawks. When the two Pros were together again, you in Hawks arms, Dabi finally decided to show up. “Give them back.”

You were still semi-conscious so you heard the raw emotions in your boyfriends voice. “Who-” Endeavor started before Dabi started a whirlwind of blue fire. You took your chance to use the last of your energy to run to the man. “I’m sorry Dabi, I should’ve been better.” You said weakly but was quickly soothed when he kissed your forehead and picked you up. “I will kill you next time, Number One.” He hissed before disappearing.

Later that day you sat in the same parking garage, but this time on a bed, rubbing your skinned knee and stabbed thigh with rubbing alcohol so it wouldn’t get infected. Outside the door you heard yelling. “I told you to send a Nomu, not your fucking sidekick.” A man hissed at who you assumed was Dabi. “They had to prove themselves to the League, I thought this was their chance. It still go the job done, didnt it? Hawks?” Dabi smirked before going back to you. Hawks? Why was Dabi talking to a hero?

#my hero academia #boku no hero #bnha #mha #bnha dabi #mha dabi #dabi x reader #mha touya #touya todoroki #hawks x reader #endeavor x reader #tomura x reader #toga x reader #lov x reader #league of villains #song oneshots

[boygeniuslovechild]

Homecoming Dance - Stanley Barber

I apologize in advance on how horrible this is. I'm not very good at writing. How dare I disrespect Stanley like that 😔

The homecoming dance was tomorrow and I didn't have a date. Not even my mom could force my cousin to go with me. Mega yikes.

But, me being my amazing self I started randomly asking people at lunch. Call it my adventurous side, if you will. 20 minutes. That's all I need.

First stop, the cheerleaders. "Ladies.... hello" I said with a smirk on my face as I slid on one of the benches. They all got this disgusted look on their faces as they stood up to go to another table. "I'm guessing thats a maybe!" I exclaimed awkwardly before resting my head on my arm.

Next stop, the football players. See, I told you, I'm desperate. I walked over with a couple of skips and leaned against the table. "Fellas, how you doing?" They just ignored me and went back to their normal conversations which I believe was about the game.

One more. I walked over to a table that contained normal looking people. Great. Hopefully one of them would accept me. I just plopped down next to one of the girls and rested my head on my arm again. "Hey! Veronica, right?" My voice was desperate even though I was trying to sound normal. Her face scrunched up, "No. It's Ashley."

"Right. Ashley. So, have you heard of a band called Bloodwitch?" My face held an awkward smile. Of course sense it was me, she rolled her eyes and then told me to leave her alone. "I respect that. Talk to you later Bethany." And with that I went to sit at a table. Preferably one that had no one there.

I kept my head down as my face was red from the embarrassment. Maybe my dad was right. I am going to be forever alone. I took out my paper sack that held my lunch because I was starving and I wasted most of my time asking people out. Slowly unwrapping my peanut butter and jelly sandwich that was cut in half. I took a bite out of one of the pieces and left the other on the plastic wrap.

Then all of the sudden a boy with curly hair sat in front of me. My eyes widen with shock but I smile and hand him the other half of the sandwich, which he gladly accepted. I started telling him my best dad jokes that made him smile with his dimples. That led to 20 questions. Or 10 because the bell rang so we had to go to class.

We said our goodbyes, WAIT. I swiftly turn around but was not fast enough because he was gone. I was gonna ask him out to homecoming. AHHHH. I let out a sigh but went to my locker to grab my stuff for Algebra 1.

I walked through the door with my spirits down, knowing that I might not see... DID I NOT GET HIS NAME?!? HOW STUPID COULD YOU BE Y/N? AHHH. I went to sit down but saw a familiar face. Curly hair dude! He's in my algebra class thank god! The seat next to him was empty so I took it and ripped some of my notebook paper and wrote down "Howdy". Slowly but surely, you got the note on his desk without him knowing.

When class began he found the note. Then he saw me. We "talked" more during the class and we got to know each other. Turns out, he loves Bloodwitch! How cool is that!

Sadly, me and Stanley (yes I learned his name, and his digits ;) ) didn't have any more classes together. It was fine, I guess. It's just something about him made me so happy. He just made me feel happy. For once.

After school I was gonna ask him. How should I do it? Just go up to him and say "Do you want to go to homecoming with me?" Yes.

But it didn't go that well. I saw him at his car so I went over there and said the words. Kind of. More like "Homecoming? Will you with me?". Yikes. He laughed and said yes but made a Yoda reference.

Maybe I won't be alone after all.

#ianowt #stanley barber #stanley barber imagines #im sorry

[topconfessions]

[ask] Hi, I hope this doesn't come off too harsh, but I just had to say something: Just because someone is a public person doesn't make it okay to talk about their private life/mental health issues etc online. To "diagnose" someone you don't even know personally & to do it publicly is just plain disrespectful & could be incredibly harmful. I understand that you worry about top's wellbeing, but honestly, his mental health is none of your business & to gossip about it'll do more harm than good.

Meh, honey thanks for sending this but I feel absolutely 0% offended. I feel nothing from what you've said. Allow me to me to be brutally blunt and Frank with you because you like you were born after 96-98 - this is the internet. Again, this is the INTERNET. You have absolutely no clue nor recollection of what has been said and revealed about many celebrities both American and Asian on the internet. I won't expose websites and forums but I've seen and heard over 15-35 cases of dirt being spilled and discussed about a celebrity / public figure that was later deemed TRUE.

This is a fact sweetie. Miss me with the fluffy policing of what to do cause I'm brutally hard on kpop fans cause quite frankly, 79% of y'all are sheltered and dont know Jack shit about the real world when it comes to industry dirt and secrets. I implore you personally to grow some thicker skin, a more open mind to knowledge, and research.

This is more than kpop this is more than regular people - what has been said here whether from me or someone else is no different than what has been told about Britney Spears, Cardi B, Beyonce, Rihanna etc etc. Just a few weeks ago on a forum an industry insider who worked for Def Jam records exposed some old info abour Aaliyah, Diddy, Russell Simmons and Kimora etc.

Said executive spilled some lame details most of us already know with R!h R!h Fenty Beauty herself banging thats 70s show guy Ashton, which was something Rihanna denied and denied. Tea has been exposed and discussed about her unfortunately being pregnant and miscarrying with that middle eastern man's baby. That BF she broke up with which is why she suddenly gained weight all of a sudden (among other things) but according to leaker, she went into depression cause she blamed all of her heavy smoking weed days (which she does) and partying on losing the baby (when it was probably stress from the problems she had with Hassan anyways)

Point is: I know of too many stories that were literally told before the media of any type spilled that became as true as the media said it. You need to understand and accept the fact this life. Before I've ever touched this damn blog before I was even born the art (I hate to call it that) of this whole thing been around. I know mega tea about that dead celeb Michael Jackson from default cause old people know the tea and tea has been out before the internet was invented.

Like I bet you all didn't know The comedian eddie murphy is actually bisexual / gay and came onto Michael once after an awards show, trying to kiss him. Michael (this was bad era btw so before / right on the cusp of child allegations) Told him to stop and pushed him off. Michael and Eddie were never seen together sense. Lets not forget the tea that in the way you make me feel music video, his manager Frank the fat white guy FIRED Michael Jackson's video girl Tatiana thumbtzen for kissing Michaelm this has been age old industry dirt discussion everywhere and anywhere with multiple speculations but it's been denounced as Frank firing the girl behind Michael back. And celebrity managers CAN fire people without a celebrity approval. Mariah Carey manager Stella who was a wack job herself and tyrant fired people up and down without Mimi approval. Lots of drama was talked about with her until it was later confirmed when Mariah finally ditched her that she was trying to black mail Mariah and say she was lesbian and sexually harassed her via showing up naked in front of her etc etc.

Ohhhh lets not get into the whole JLO and Mariah beef with it being exposed now that JLO ripped off mant artists and is actually industry plant. Lets not get into how Ashanti actually sang I'm real without much vocals credit on the song and some of us JLO hits were NOT Jlos songs hut songs stolen from Mariah and gifted to JLO by Mariah abusive ex record label husband Tony Matola who screwed Michael Jackson over too. This info is on the same level as TOP discussion and His life.

By your logic that youtube channel Honest needs to be closed down then. By your logic the beauty community gossip channels like Rich Lux, pettypaige, and to some degree jefree star himself and all the gurus need to be gone as they've participated or said things that may hurt people feelings that weren't kept private..

Or lets not talk about open secret information that will smith and jada pinketr are swingers and Jada recent admission that she doesnt know her husband at all is hee truthfully admitting her disconnect and not her being funny for the sake of reflection for red table talk. Lets not discuss Gigi hadid doing coke and being ditzy chosing the wrong guy according to her mother. Lets not talk about Kendall Jenner being addicted to laxatives and doing drugs herself too ON TOP OF the open ended speculations about her being lesbian and going on a Leo DiCaprio route with bearding ala her particular choice of back to back basketball players with same physical features and personality. Lets not discuss the crazy rumor that Kim Kardashian has dudes she has sex with on the side behind kanye back (reportedly he is aware of this) and ks actually sleeping with that lawyer guy who is always raving about her, the black lawyer with the glasses who is helping her with the law studies and prison reform. Lets not talk about Kylie Jenner being addicted to pain killers and keeping a deal on stand by being high most of the time cause she needed meds to recover from most of the body plastic surgeries she had and the shape up after having stormi.

Let's not talk about Jessica Jung being sponsored about her sugar daddy boyfriend Tyler Kwon. Yes, Jess is a spoiled girlfriend as they say in the sugar Bowl. They didn't combine assets or nothing proper and detached like that he is funding half of her stuff and she got major connects to get her business started the same way a lot of other idols have. Lets not talk about how on porn hub many Korean actors private audition videos for roles were leaked including infamous Seo Ha Joon, the story that broke out on netizeen buzz and all the other sites where he was secretly filmed without his consent masturbating naked in his bed. I found out that ACTUALLY he wasn't chatting with a girlfriend or boyfriend it was an industry executive who was making him do certain poses and follow certain orders cause he needed to impress the exec for a chance to get sponsored for a role. He is wearing red underwear in the video. I've seen at least 3-4 jerk off videos (I didn't watch for enjoyment it was tough to watch but I needed to sort out the similarities) and I found that each actor in said jerk off videos behaved just like Seo Ha Joon. Way too exactly like him for it to be a trend in masturbating show off and they all wore certain items that were too specfic like Sri Ha Joonm anyways execs make these male actors who are C and D list do this stuff.

This is Koreas verison of male casting couch just a small version. Those videos get leakes after its over for whatever reason. Also please tell me why there are numerous supposed idol sex vids leaked on porn hub that may be some SM idols participating in gay orgy sex and gang bangs. If more them then honey its surely some poor rookies.

let's not talk about the ghost busters soundtrack on our own for the 2nd original movie being made by Bobby browns brother saving his ass writing the song himself with a friend while Bobby was raw fucking at least 3-4 models / groupies in the movie's trailer on set. Lets not talk about Janet Jackson turning hobby brown down when they were young ( after the control album did so well) cause her father Joe didnt want her dating a black man let alone a dark skin black man which rangs true in what actually occurred with Michael and all the siblings down the road.

Bet you all didn't know if Janet didn't punk out and deny Bobby a chance at dating that Whitney Houston would still be alive today possibly. Either she'd still be alive or maybe even dead sooner. Who knows. But Bobby Brown met Whitney at the awards show where she got bood oblivion when he told his brother he wouldn't date anymore famous women and thats wherw Whitney came onto him. I'm just saying Janets denial of this guy changed history due to the decisions people took as a result of it.

And everyone with sense who is in the know knows that Jim Carrey is a lunatic behind closed doors the only hear say I don't believe is ariana grande being his secret sugar baby but I wouldn't be surprised if he did sponsor her. Lets not talk about a blind item citing that Lisa from blackpink stole a choreography from a choreographer and never gave credit to said dancer nor paid said dancer. Let's talk about our fave turtle Jesse McCartney butchering his face in an effort to stay young by visiting some bad docs and getting too much fillers / plastic surgery on his face to where his face looka worse and not the same at all if you look at Instagram photos and videos on his youtube channel. He looked great last night on the mask singer but that's all studio lighting and maybe his face settling in.

Anyways sweetie the point is get over it and use some logic. Whats being discussed here js all hypothetical and technically to correct you I've always used wording such as allegedly, in my own opinion, in my POV or supposedly. I never state shit as a fact. Period. P.S sweetie you don't know me.

You don't know if I have a degree and license & certification in the psychiatric field to diagnose anyone. I've never revealed what career& areas of profession are. So technically that whole diagnose thing, which sounds yawn worthy like a stereotypical response If read on allkpop or netizeen buzz is tired and hypocritical. You're making ana assumption that is no different than what we're doing. I could be professional psychologist for all you know. Even then its not my place for that never is and never will be nor do I even care for it to be cause I don't give a fuck about TOP to that degree to deem her ill or not. But sweetie learn your lesson.

You sound silly to me cause you obviously don't know anything about how the industry as a global whole works. I'm not even trying to sound pompous or pretentious cause I'm not. But kpop is fucking weird to me now cause its like you adults act like you're living in a bubble. Wake up!!!

Whatever you're trying to give me the moral finger wag about is nothing and laughable cause this is just ad permanent oxygen and the food we eat. Get over it and toughen up. Edit: also to say it's none of MY business is to say its none of TMZ, Huffington Postb Radar online, netizeen buzz, Omaha no they didn't and allkpop business to say anything about celebrities. P.S use this quarantine to do some research yourself. You'll ton of dirt being spilled that is 10x worse than our harmless discussions that is all propable. Again please grow up. It's 2020. Once you're a celebrity I hate to say it you belong to the public and people will find out the dirt and dish it.

[bitch-a-la-mode]

Okay this is a hella long rant, but ive been thinking about posting this for a long time and well,,,, yea,,,

You know what the overall problem that Into the Spider Verse brought to light in relation to the overall superhero genre (and animation as a whole)? Grown ups are afraid to watch an animated superhero movie out of fear of being called a baby or a weeb or something so the MCU was basically like “let’s make this into a billion dollar industry by making these interconnected live action movies” and people of all ages ate that shit up. From the get-go, comics and superheroes belonged to kids. They were a kids thing. And if you read or watched that stuff as an adult you were made fun of. These live actions were a marketing ploy of the grandest scheme and we all fell for it.

There are so many amazing animated superhero movies, Made with a fraction of a live action budget and with ten times the heart. Yes we all know into the spider verse, but what about:

- Batman: under the red hood

- Batman: mask of the phantasm

- All star Superman

- Batman beyond: return of the joker

- Big hero 6 (y’all forgot about this)

- The LEGO Batman movie

- Wonder Woman (the 2009 animated movie)

- Justice league: gods and monsters

- Teen titans: trouble in Tokyo

- Justice league: flashpoint paradox

- The Incredibles 1 and 2 (yes I’m counting them)

- Planet hulk

- Reign of the supermen

And this isn’t even including some very iconic superhero animated series (*cough cough* teen titans). Some of these films are so iconic they literally changed comic book lore (I’m looking at you, under the red hood). DC comics has a whole, interconnected animated movie universe that no one talks about (and is direct to video/streaming).

Animators are great at what they do, and superheroes are a thing that should and deserve to get animated. You can use all the special effects you want, but it has been proven time and time again that superheroes generally look better animated. They do complicated things that can’t be captured behind a green screen, and deserve an artist’s hand. Even worse, the only animation people take seriously these days is CGI, because it looks the most “realistic”, aka the most like a live action, even though spider verse looked the least realistic and was the most visually appealing in my opinion. And even sometimes, we respect (or claim it acceptable to like) ridiculously “edgy” adult animation like South Park, family guy, or similar shows (y’all know the kinds im talking about).

However, this all goes back to two things: 1) the west has bullied adults into hating animated movies/shows because we equate them with being “childish” and 2) marvel and other industries practically egged this on so they can make these billion dollar movies and get even more billions back in revenue. The reasons spider verse is so highly regarded is because 1) Sony did SO MUCH to get that movie the credit it deserved, 2) people had been begging for a miles morales Spiderman movies for YEARS, 3) the creators held themselves up to such high standards (which can surely be about the whole diversity in media aspect and minority movies needing to be perfect, but lets ignore that for now, and 4) it was tied into the “highly regarded” MCU, so many fans looked beyond their prejudice and saw the movie, witnessing how phenomenal it was.

If we applied this to other animated superhero movies (or animated movies in general) then animation would get the respect it deserves. I feel like in this day and age, we only care about Disney’s most highly anticipated animated film of the year (which is almost always a Disney princess movie or a sequel to an older Disney animated movie). And even then, Disney has disrespected the art of animation by going and remaking their classics into live actions for various reasons. We can argue the legal implications of copyright, but the big thing is that those animated films were GOOD, and Disney thought it would be a good idea to squeeze more money out of people in addition to claiming “why watch the original, silly animated film when you can watch the real, serious, live action”.

Animators are not respected, and its sad to see because some of the most beautiful and memorable ideas were made through animation. And sometimes, people won’t respect animation as “art” because it doesn’t look “good”, even though their might be various reasons for that (such as budgeting since only mega corporations will kind of pay well for animation, awful scheduling because “draw fast so we can churn out this new product, and so many other factors). Look at stuff like avatar the last Airbender, cowboy bebop, carmen San Diego, and others. Amazing stories with phenomenal (or memorable) art. And sometimes, animation doesnt even have to be so amazingly well designed for it to be good. Shows like freaking bobs burgers, and kids shows like phineas and ferb have been heralded as amazing shows with great plots and yet the designs are simple, with a focus on other aspects like plot and characters (on another note, I think some voice actors are better than live action actors tbh).

But again, we dont respect this genre and this art the way that we should (at least in the west), and I think thats so sad. Yes there are people who respect it, but the overall consensus in mainstream American society (at least from what ive seen) is that animation is for kids, and nothing can ever be as good as something “real”, even though that marvel movie you just saw was once a comic, a drawing, an animation. But whatever.

[thekaijudude]

So you mentioned a long time ago that Ultra Galaxy was the worst series in the franchise. Care to explain why? Also, what’s your out of five rating for the Zero trilogy since I’m bring up Ultra Galaxy?

Hi!

I don’t recall saying that it’s the worst in the entire franchise, cause believe me, there’s much worse

So in short, it’s basically Pokemon where power scaling is basically bullshit and it’s mainly back-to-back filler

And the overall story (that was pieced together by huge gaps of cancerous fillers which only started to only get mildly interesting once Rei met his sis

Plus, there’s no significant ultraman involvement here which is what I’m all about when watching stuff from the Ultraman Franchise

Tho I do like about only 3-4 battles of the entire series

In short, I get what they’re doing but its just not my cup of tea

So for the second part of your question, as an overview, the Zero Saga is actually a pretty weird series of installments that you’ll always first be bewildered at the issues in your first watch, and the more you retwatch it, the more issues u find lol

And I can say that cause I’ve watched every single installment for an average of 3 times

But since you want me to focus on the trilogy specifically, then I shall not include the Gaidens and Spin-offs in this post

With that said, let’s begin:

1. Mega Monster Battle: Ultra Galaxy Legends The Movie

2/5

I watched this when I was a kid but at that point of time, I had already completed all the Showa Era installments so I had just a huge amount of respect for all the Ultra Brothers, not to mention that I was also very famil

And coming back from imo, the Mebius series’ huge disrespect to the Ultra Brothers, plus the huge roster that was announced, my expectations was through the roof

Not to mention watching the movie, I really loved how they built up Belial as a character as a Dark Ultra on the level of Ken (whom I had a HUGE amount of respect for), like I wasn’t even mad when he literally slapped around everyone I knew and loved, and my expectations for this dude literally went through the roof when he barely managed to beat Ken

But hell, even tho the action was swell, Zero literally just solo’d Belial and all the other Kaiju that didn’t even used their own special abilities which was what made them all special and we’re defeated in just a mere matter of blows when back then some of them even gave the Ultra Brothers trouble (was especially pissed when they literally shat on Zetton and Tyrant, for those were my childhood favorites)

Even back then even when I was a kid, I immediately knew that I’m seeing bullshit which is exacerbated in future Zero installments cause yeah, at the end of the day, base Zero is literally just New Gen Level, which doesn’t make logical sense

And from what I know from meeting other people, those who say that ‘ZeRo Is THe StrOnGEst ULtrA eVEr’ has either barely knew of, or even watched the Showa Era installments

But let me be clear, I don’t hate Zero, I appreciate him as a linkage device connecting ultras of different series, I only think that he’s overrated

So it’s pretty obvious that this movie was a major disappointment imo against my expectations above and it’s simply was the usual Heisei ‘Shit on past Ultras to create a major cashgrab opportunity’ event, but except that it remains to be the biggest ever of such an attempt

2. Ultraman Zero The Movie: Super Deciding Fight! The Belial Galactic Empire

3.5/5

Tbh till today I’m still amazed how despite so many new characters being introduced with just one movie, they gave just enough information and backstory on each of them to allow us to actually care for them throughout the movie, and thats definitely something u don’t see everyday in Ultraman movies

But I have to say that the acting of Ran once Zero possessed him was utterly too cringey as well as his interactions with Nao, all of that was just obviously manufactured which made his character just so awkward to watch

And of course the whole idea of Zero even remotely coming close to even hurting Belial, who was even stronger in this movie is still bullshit

But man, I do really wish that the current Ultraman Movies could emulate such a well distributed attention to new characters which is what I find severely lacking

3. Ultraman Saga

2.5/5

Now this one wow

The acting and dialogue is just really contrived on the part of the Ultras and their hosts

For example, with Team U’s obviously suspicious behavior and attitude, Taiga is basically either too blind to see through it or just didn’t care, whereas Mushashi seems to be the only one that kind of picked up some bullshit going on, but didn’t really do anything because…?

Also, despite having the information that another Ultra was potentially killed in battle, Taiga and Mushashi just simply rushed into battle without conducting prior reconnaissance, planning or even called for reinforcements (I literally remembered when I watched the movie, I kept thinking to myself, where’s Justice?)

Not to mention Taiga went from hating Ultras to ‘Its ok if an Ultra just died, we’ll save him even tho there’s only two of us against a mutant Zetton’, Zero is dumb yes, but Cosmos should’ve known better for obvious reasons if you’ve watched his series and movies

And where’s all the form changes? Cosmos was the first Heisei series I got into and I can never understand why he never goes beyond Corona after his saga ended (Especially bewildered why he never went Eclipse against Etalgar at least)

Also Saga, although despite the RAD design, was definitely disappointing as a Trinity Fusion in terms of performance, being literally only on par with Winged Hyper Zetton and his grunt is basically just Zero’s

Many more but yeah, the overall story was pretty weak imo, but Team U’s performance was pretty swell on their part

Also Dyna was there as well as his theme so I can’t forget that lol

And not to forget the AWESOME display of Hyper Zetton with all the special effects and dynamic fight scenes

But cause of how awkwardly paced the movie was , as well as the really wonky character interactions, I really cant give it beyond what I’ve given

SO

In short, these are my ratings and thoughts on the Zero trilogy and I would definitely still recommend anyone to watch through the entire Zero Saga as Zero is one of the staple characters, so seeing how this character came about as well as his own journey is definitely a must for any Ultraman fan in general

Thanks for the question!

#ultraman #asks

[extrovert-present-mic]

why shinsou should be in 1A

shinsous quirk: mega op, can control anyone through light conversation and make them do his bidding, could be a really good quirk for a villian but he decided to go the hero route anyway (undeniably because hes doing it for his role model eraserhead but you know), secondary quirk is making everyone love him, also someones gotta be there to take bakugo down a peg or two and shinsou has been shown to, in no uncertain terms, tell bakugo where he can put his grapes (speaking of grapes thats who should go to let shinsou in cause grape boys quirk could be easily replicated by the design department and also his secondary quirk is disrespecting women juice so :/ )

#shinsou hitoshi